When epidemics grow exponentially, the way the time flows becomes haphazard. If news of casualties were markers, it should seem like that time should shrink, but time seems to behave weirdly. It oscillates between periods of ennui, and panic of the instant. Everything seems like an eternity away. Yesterday, in fact, seems to have the echoes of last century. Penn closed this week over the spring break. Over a spate of three progressively discomfiting announcements, classes were delayed, then moved online and eventually all gatherings of 25 or more people were prohibited. So, I am spending the spring break in the west coast, almost an epicenter compared to idyllic Pennsylvania. My trend line is full of academic Twitterati, complaining about…
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